ah whatever.
New York is a cool city, but im not entirely sure how anyone survives there.
I should really apply for university...
Life is far to time consuming.


A Darkly Comic PaperDead Babies: Tragic and Offensive or Hilarious and Comic?A Darkly Comic Paper
If someone were to ask you, "Whats the only thing worse than a pile of a hundred dead babies? I find it hard to believe anyone would come up with the answer One live baby in the middle, eating its way out. But that is the punch line of one of the best-known jokes in the relatively new dead baby joke category. There are whole websites dedicated to this very dark brand of humour and many people have their own favourites when it comes to this kind of joke. This is one of the most graphic types of joke and, while many find it entertaining, m


Morning on WaikikiCold sand Warm ocean Waves relapsing into One another In a whirlpool of seafoam Streams (and dreams) Rivulets amongst the shattered shells Returning to the fishes >Like mercury back into itself< Cue panorama See hazy figures of The days first surfers Scatter the waves While joggers walkers And yoga enthusiasts Flow along the sand (like the tide) Leaving pools. Your nose tickles With butterfly wings of ocean air And you're sure your eyes have never been [________This wide________]Morning on Waikiki


Rewind Darwin Tension collapse Mirrored into your arms |collapse| Self-proclaimed Anti-Socialist (just for one night) close of the world And \open up yourself/ One>becomes>twoRewind Darwin


The Synergy of Speechfeathery syllables cascade through bliss taunt lips, swirling into a whirlpool of language. and voices, melding to one anotherThe Synergy of Speech
an intricate dance of give and take flawlessly choreographed Opening Night. the intimate words tango the mind whirling a joyfully feverish pace
/and it only gets better/
streams and streams and dual monologues intertwined in a double helix of sound. drink to the unquenchable thirst (take a break) a pause from animation
lands black on black freeze feel the air crinkle with –electric heroin-


Just To Let You Know... Seeing is believing, Feelings are deceiving.Just To Let You Know...
Your dress is enchanting, Our Press chanting,
To slip between the very fingers I caught you in, In to the hands of another brother
Lets take this back. {Why} Red of your lips, {Change} Move of you hips,


Momentary Breeze The world leans into the wind, gravity dissipatesMomentary Breeze
for a moment. Birds need not flap their wings Leaves become a fleet of minute kites as trees sail the skies Dust blows like warm powder,
eyelids automatically reflect the foreign particles and nothing
can be seen.
The mind travels to anywhere other than earth,
enveloped by the power of God’s breath All that can be heard is the faint bellow of wind in eardrums.
Sweet fragrances replace the plastic smell of civilisation, for a moment The wind stops, the mind returns home. &
Other times I know it
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Your words are your utensils.
And poetry... is the microwave dinner... of life.
A knife and fork together - out (to(get)her)
A murderous pair.
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~the-houston-club <-- Go there.
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